Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Index,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.